Four dimensionally we see it, live it, walk it, some arguing its the eternal now
but... lets distract from the linear and morph the margins of convention:
second by second, that projection equates the sense of that ticking hand,
where above it ages more slowly than it does below in the light of our eyes,
what philosophy redeems the fabric that seemingly binds the dimensional gravity of reality?
Time: wormholed to the decaying carbon print, my touch presents the anomaly:
presuming tearing into the past to effect the has been within the becoming,
science becomes fluid, reality becomes dictated by the future influenced past,
if sculpting my ancestor removes my present, then a linear progression is naive:
Shifting this dimension suggests a simultaneous existence, shattering the 'desert of the real'
if Einstein’s art fictions the white hole, and the quantum builds all possibility necessarily
while all matter enters while it disappears, then hugging my ancestors is already in effect;
arguably inducing the thought that a multiplicity is chained within the myriad of all.
binding these existences then must be an unseen medium, a unconscious handbook of action?
Consequently, if choice heralds the revelation of these diffuse realities that we act out,
consciousness ,the canvas of the now, branchs into a vast and intriquit ultimate-existence,
networks of an unfamiliar you and me, while the unfamiliar is you and me, sleeping while we awake.
dangerously, tomorrow is set, choice the unbalancing reactor to the chaos that binds this fabric;
thus, the monad-sensibility shatters these 'alters' and redeems the now's authenticity in reality.
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